Bound By Lies, Trapped By Desire Novelas e Histórias

Then with a dreamy look, she whispered softly while biting her lips, “Yes, I miss you a lot, especially your touches” Saying this, she started touching her neck slowly and added with a desperate voice. “And I can’t wait to be with you again.” Laughing hard, the man said, “And here I thought you were too busy playing the innocent act.” Claire pouted her lips and said with a sultry voice, but her words were barely audible. “Ever since that bastard died, I haven’t had the chance to come out, and right now, I just want to feel like a woman again.”

I try to sound calm, but my voice experiences a tremble when I murmur, "What do you want, Alejandro?" "I want you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes boring into my soul, sending shivers down my spine. Jesus. This is a nightmare. There’s no escape from this desire. There’s no escape from the leap of joy my heart does whenever he confesses his desire. "But it's not possible, it's not right. . .I'm married to your older brother. You cannot want me," I protest, trying to sound firm. My voice cracks under the weight of my emotions.

I whispered, my voice shaking with both truth and desire. His curse was muffled by the way his lips crashed back onto mine, his dominance searing, but I didn’t cower. I yielded, yes—but I met him too, kiss for kiss, hunger for hunger. The bond between us flared, sharp and aching, a thread of heat that wound tighter with every touch. His promises poured over me in broken fragments—“I’ll never forget this. You’re mine. You’re everything.” Lies, every one of them, but they filled the hollow inside me like nothing else could.

Good thing Dad wouldn’t be back any time soon. I carried my phone to the living room, curled up on the couch and put on a romantic thriller that was supposed to be steamy but mostly just made me restless. As the couple on screen started tearing each other’s clothes off, my mind drifted. God, I wanted that. Not just a dildo or a voice on a call. A real dick. Thick, warm, attached to someone who would grab my hips and fuck me like he meant it. The kind of pounding that would leave me sore and dripping for days. But as long as I was stuck in this house, that was never going to happen. Dad’s rules were ironclad….no boys, no going out, barely any freedom. One wrong move and he would lock me down

"Understand? Ana, he blackmailed you. He trapped you into a marriage contract. There's nothing to understand." "He saw me at the club and recognized me from the photograph my father showed him. He said he'd already decided I was someone he needed to have." I shook my head. "I hate that I get it and he's a man who takes what he wants. He saw something he wanted and he found a way to get it." "That's not an excuse, that's manipulation." "I know." I pressed my palms to my eyes. "I know, but it doesn't make it any easier to untangle. Everything we've been through…… every moment…..was it real? Or was it just part of his plan?"

"The girl is right. The curse feeds on the broken bond, on the pain of rejection. Only by healing that original wound can it be truly destroyed." I felt rather than saw Lysander's reaction. A complex tangle of hope and fear and desperate longing that made my chest ache. "Delia," he said carefully, "you don't have to…" "I know I don't have to," I interrupted. "That's rather the point, isn't it? It has to be freely given, or it won't work at all." I studied his face, seeing past the fever and pain to the man I'd once loved with every fiber of my being. The man who'd hurt me so deeply I'd had to rebuild myself from the ground up.

“I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, Julian. I’m the girl who stole from the devil and realized she liked the fire.” He groaned, a low, guttural sound, and stood up, carrying me back toward the cool darkness of the bedroom. The sun was high, the world was moving on, but inside the walls of Julian Vane’s world, time stood still. The debt was long since paid, but the collection never ended. I was his prize, his obsession, and his greatest sin. And as he threw me onto the bed and moved to claim me once again, I realized that some cages were worth more than freedom.

“Today… we play with boundaries. Today, you will learn what it means to surrender completely… at the edge of exposure.” Her knees went weak. Her breath caught. The ache in her thighs flared, raw and insistent, and she pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to appear normal as he stepped closer. Every fiber of her being recognized the danger, the thrill, the impossibility—and yet she obeyed, trembling, drawn to him like a moth to flame. “You understand,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear, “that the bond does not forgive restraint. That your desire belongs to me… even here, in the open, where anyone could see.”

It grounded me, even as my world spun into oblivion. "I trusted him," I whispered, my voice dropping to a broken murmur, barely audible over the distant calls of night birds stirring in the forest. "After everything we've endured—the assassination attempts, the silver-laced traps, Hang's brutal murder that still haunts my nightmares with the scent of burning fur and flesh. I let him touch her. I told him to do whatever it took to extract the truth from that viper Lisa. 'Use her weaknesses,' I said, like a fool blinded by loyalty. But that... that wasn't strategy. That wasn't a calculated ploy. I felt it through the bond—his lust, thick and choking, wrapping around me like smoke from a funera

He held me close for a moment, trembling against me, before slowly letting go. I collapsed beside him, our heavy breaths mingling, hearts racing. “That… was incredible,” I whispered, every word still trembling on my lips. “I can still give you more than that,” he murmured, folding his hands behind his head as he lounged against the bed. I closed my eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath, every nerve still humming from what we’d shared. I felt alive, craving more, as if I could sink into him forever. Even if tomorrow he returned to his cold, distant self, tonight had been mine, my secret fantasies fulfilled, my deepest desires brought vividly to life.